Page 12 of Vengeful Princess

“Nemnogo.”A little.

He stared at me for a few more moments, briefly checking me out, then dismissed me with a shrug.

He turned back to Landon. “Get cleaned up before Cassian finds out you almost killed Dirk.”

Landon rolled his eyes. “He’ll be alright. He lost the last remaining brain cell, that’s all.”

“Sure, whatever. Your funeral. You know Cass doesn’t want any trouble. He can’t afford to piss off his father again.”

Interesting.Cassian was apparently the leader of their little bro pack. It kinda made sense, given what I knew about him. His Russian friend was an enigma, though.

If I had to guess, the guy had mafia connections. Blood and mayhem clearly didn’t faze him, and my research on this place suggested many students had criminally connected families, me being one of them.

Not that anyone knew who I was. Father had given me a new fake identity and Ricci was a common surname.

“Fuck off, Kyril. Thea is my guest, so Dirk deserved to get his ass kicked when he touched her without permission.”

Kyril shook his head and wandered off, melting back into the group of people swaying to the heavy bass beat of the music.

“Where’s the bathroom?”

Landon raised a blond eyebrow. “Bathroom?”

My eyes rolled. “So I can dress your hands.”

“You want to take care of me, hot stuff?” He looked positively gleeful at the idea.

“No. I just want to make sure you don’t bleed all over the floor,” I deadpanned.

“Oh.” His smile slipped, and I felt bad for 1.8 seconds. “It’s the door on the right.”

I headed that way, with Landon trailing after me. A few people watched us curiously, but most were far too wasted to care what we were doing now that the fight drama was over.

We passed through an empty bedroom with sports kit tossed all over the floor. The adjoined bathroom was spacious with a black marble tiled floor, a walk-in shower, and a white vanity unit.

Landon flicked a wall switch and the ceiling spotlights winked on.

“Gonna have your wicked way with me?” he smirked.

“Sit down.” I rolled my eyes while pointing to a chair next to the vanity. He did as he was told, pouting like a little bitch.

A quick search of the cabinets revealed a small medical kit and clean towels. I quickly and expertly cleaned and dressed his split knuckles. He’d be OK once the skin healed. It was nothing too serious.

Unlike poor Dirk.

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Landon

My head throbbed from a combination of alcohol and the pain in my fists.

A curtain of dark hair obscured Thea’s face as she finished tending to my fucked-up hands. From the way she’d expertly dressed them, I guessed she’d done this before.

It didn’t make a lot of sense, but since I knew nothing about her, I didn’t dwell on it.

Maybe she had an older brother who enjoyed beating people up? Or a cage-fighter ex-boyfriend?

Hopefully not the latter. I wasn’t into sharing. Unless it was with my friends.

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